Suitable home town for an LGBT lady?

One of the things I’ve got into on You Tube since my brain failure gave me more time to view these things, is those silly 10 places you should/shouldnt do various things in. One guy I really enjoy is someone by the name of Briggs, who does these things. They tend to be lengthy, (as in more than 5 minutes) but tend to be amusing, and informative to me about places in the US that I really ought to see/live in, and about places I really need to avoid at all costs. If I can find the relevant one easily, I’ll post it after the song.

Anyway, of late he’s been doing a couple about affordable towns/cities in the US that you might actually want to live in. Well, given I’m going to (almost certainly) need to do medical retirement anytime soon, these hold special appeal to me. OK, 2 issues, the big one being that I dont currently have the right to live permanently in the US, due to being British, and I dont see Dopey Don letting me do that in the near future, and besides with my medical issues getting worse, its not the ideal country for me, lets face it.

The snag with most of these affordable places for me, even if I could move there? Well, lets say that to my eyes, and ears, most of them are not in what you would term LGBT friendly states. So given he asks for ideas for future videos, I mentioned that a more LGBT friendly list of this kind might be handy. I also mentioned that it was a shame that 2 of the towns suggested (which sounded nice) were in an area of interest to me. One was McPherson, in Kansas, the other was Muskogee, Oklahoma, which isnt a million miles from Clara Johnson country.

Anyway, along with a few less than charming words about my comments, someone made this comment

Oklahoma City, and Kansas City are as liberal/diverse as NYC

 

Now maybe I’d be safer in this area than the ‘bible belt south’, (not hard with what Alabama and Georgia have been passing of late), but as diverse as NYC? Maybe these 2 big cities are approaching that, but the surrounding area, including Muskogee isnt? Or is Muskogee fine, really? I must admit, I had no issues in KC, survived fine in Cherryvale, for a visit, but to live in the area? Fine, given my residence issues, living there is only hypothetical, but now I’m curious. I’d love feelings from ‘locals’ (if any see this) on this whole matter.

But yes, I hope this is the only time in my life I’m ever accused of being a right wing, white racist bigot! Mind, there was the Lillian Gish, movie history issue recently, too, so who knows, lol?

OK, video time. Given I then went and checked out Muskogee on Wikipedia, I found out there was a song about the place, so guess what you’re getting. Maybe Clara wont be the only Okie in the physical line yet!

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Who’s going to fly you home?

I just hope no one takes this as bad taste, given where the death happened, but seriously, with what his extra challenge in life was,  its just all too apt.

Yesterday was the day, in an ideal world, I would have been in Pine Bush, New York, for their UFO based celebration event. Its fair to say that even if my brain hadnt gone faulty a couple of months ago, I probably wouldnt have got there this year. Assuming that I’m still permitted to fly to the US post neurologist visit next month, it might remain on the calendar for next year, and being realistic, it doesnt look like I will need to book time off work by then. Money might be more of an issue, so if a passing alien has a space in a flying saucer heading to the event then, yes, I’d love to hitch a ride! Hey, having to wear (temporary, or permanent) a full body alien body suit would only be seen as a bonus. But yes, if I do it, regardless of any spacecraft, a really good alien bodysuit will be an absolute must!

Therefore there was a certain amount of irony this morning when I got up, switched on the laptop to discover that one of the most famous Ufologist’s, Stanton Friedman had passed away yesterday at the age of 84. Why the earlier comment? Well, he passed away at Toronto Airport, on his way home from giving a talk. No, he was flying on a standard plane, honest he was!

Never heard of him? Well, in all likelihood, without him, we would never have had the theory of the Roswell incident, back in 1947, when of course its supposed an Alien space craft crashed near Roswell, New Mexico, and the US Government tried to cover it all up. Even today, over 70 years on, the whole area is shrouded in secrecy. No, I wasnt on that craft, but if, according to Eric at least, any of my relatives were, is an entirely different matter, lol! In truth, I doubt we will ever know if they did, or didnt, lets face it.

He worked on classified projects for many years, so if anyone knew, or suspected it was true, he’d be high on the list of candidates.

So RIP Mr Friedman, probably the closest we’ve ever coming to discovering more about the Roswell Incident, and now probably ever will.

I know, the song is about driving home, not flying, but it still rhymes. The other thought I had, looking at the video, at the end of Mental Health Awareness week, is just how apt it is for that too.

She lives! She moves!

The irony of these seizures has been the fact that not all the effects have been negative. The first ones, back in March may have done nothing for the state of my brain, but it eased the pain in my back. Now whether this is because somewhere along the line it pushed something in my spine almost back into place, who knows? But yes, fine, I’d rather have a painful back, and a fully functioning brain, than this. The funny thing was, even though my back hurt less, it did nothing for my mobility, in fact making it far worse than it was. So whether something else somewhere wrecks the process that helps me to walk, no idea?

Anyway, as you may have gather, seizure session 2 on Saturday seems to have bashed my brain a bit more, but improved my mobility! Again, no idea why, unless it related to above?

4-5 weeks back, I had to send off a report for work on my health, and in my stupidity, I thought I’d try to walk to the post box, and back, given its only about 400 yards round journey, albeit, with a fair slope involved. Yes, I did make it there and back, but it nearly killed me, I was shattered on return.

This week, I had to send off one of those sick note certificate things, to cover the first few days after the event, and I did the same. Well, I wouldnt call it a stroll, but yes, it didnt stretch me all that much. I’m not saying I’d want to walk miles, but a short distance, especially on a flat surface (that definitely isnt flat), I probably could.

Next Thursday is Euro Election Day here, for better or worse. Not commenting on which I feel, or who I might be supporting, need to be neutral. Its a bit further to walk, there is a bit of a slope (though not as steep as from post box) involved to get to voting place, but as its the only way I can get to vote (havent arranged postal voting for future yet), if its reasonable, I might just give it a go, as Ella will be away at the time, and Eric hasnt yet given me mobility wheelchair driving lessons! Probably not, it probably would be pushing my limits, but before this week, didnt even think it was possible. but now…?

So yes, as the blog title says, She lives (just), she walks (not awful in short bouts), but sadly, unlike the video attached, I havent been ‘reactivated’ with large amounts of electricity! The amusing thing is, the hospital I was taken to, is one of the local ones that does ECT treatments! But no ‘Bride of Frankenstein’ treatment for me, all the same. Ah well…

No, I dont think I want something quite that drastic done to me, though I do wonder if ‘resetting’ my brain that way would be the worst thing possible at present. But Trans-cranial Magnetic Stimulation, I just wonder if that might put things right, or at least help? Any thoughts, any offers? Yes, the video is that scene, from that film, and yes, I’d love to recreate it, regardless of any stimulation of any kind actually being used! Who me, jealous? You bet!

Spinning around, and around

Right, before we get to the serious stuff, you’re right, there was no blog over the weekend, sorry, but I was, err, otherwise engaged! Yes, had some more seizures on Saturday afternoon, and after 7 hours or so, they finally stabilised me enough to park me off to a hospital ward for the rest of the night. Gather I was fed a few drugs to keep me alive, but none of the illegal ones, lol! Was released yesterday afternoon, but was feeling a bit weak, so yes, stuff happens.

Its funny, because two subjects that have come up recently on Forums are the Avatars as per Surrogate movie, and Robot Clones from a dear man who knows I would enjoy that far too much done to me. Yes, if anyone can arrange, or even a straight robotisation, please contact me urgently, as I’m not sure how much longer this organic body will last!

But having got that out of the way…

Despite the fact that nowadays we have several hundred TV channels (when I was young, we had 2!), Eric couldnt find anything that took his fancy this afternoon, not even a show about my relatives (aliens, running joke, still desperately seeking a good alien suit for revenge), so he headed to his film collection, and went to an old favourite of his, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.

The thing that struck me was that for all the praise we throw on the Berkeley musicals of the ’30’s (yes, they were brilliant), people do tend to forget some later spectaculars. And now, looking at that movie through ‘Clara Johnson’s’ eyes, its easy to spot just how cleverly the musical numbers were done in this. I’m not saying Buzby wouldnt have said ‘hold my beer’, and topped them, but they were pretty impressive all the same. But yes, the most incredible thing is, 50 years on, Dick Van Dyke is still a decent mover, considering his age. Its also pretty much a ‘who’s who’ of British acting class of that era too.

I could have picked any number of song routines from the film to impress you with, but I’m going to pick one where the clever stuff isnt done by Van Dyke, but by Sally Ann Howes. Yes, fine, dancing as the girl on the music box would be a whole lot of fun!

The lesser of 3 evils?

Here in the UK (before my US readers tell me I’ve got the wrong dates), next week is Mental Health Awareness Week. I know, so in theory I should blog this next week, but given how reliable my memory is at present, lets get it written up while I remember it. I know, I could store it, but I need to post something tonight, and time is running short, so…

I suppose, relating to me, its how you define mental health. If you relate it purely to depression type issues, then I dont have a mental health issue. If you relate it more generally to any way in which your mind is functioning less than perfectly, then yes, I do have mental health issues! Just that ironically, until I am able to actually see a Neurologist (NHS, 18th June at present), I have no idea what it is. Given that 3 separate medical people (or set of people) have told me I wont be working again, I assume its pretty serious, but exactly what, who knows? If anyone has the money to let me see a neurologist privately, or someone wants to offer said services for free, sooner?

Funnily enough, it was only this morning that I was reading about Emilia Clarke (Game Of Thrones, I gather, never seen it) having suffered 2 brain aneurysms, and then having memory issues, though it doesnt seem to have done her acting career too much harm, but she’s a lot younger, and probably a lot more talented than me (certainty, but dont want people biting my head off, lol), but good for her for doing so. No, I’m not saying thats what happened to me, but the more I read, the more concerned I get. I also read something about what my limited knowledge (and Wikipedia) leads me to, is that what happened to me can easily knock 10 years off your lifespan. Fine, if I’m that busted, that may not be a bad thing, but anyway…

As those who have been around for a while will know, a few years back, I wrote a story relating to the use of ECT. No real experience, but no reviewer said I got it all wrong, so maybe I got it roughly right? 400 volts plus, maybe I’ll still pass (though now less to damage), but a low volt research test, well, maybe? No, story is written, so probably shouldnt.

One thing I have seen mentioned since then in more ways than just a depression cure is something called Transcrancial Magnetic Stimulation (or rTMS, repetitive) which is done with magnets, albeit pretty powerful ones, which does far less memory damage, which is good, goes on for longer, and can be done while awake (both good for me), and therefore probably a lot wiser to give a try. Well, some private clinic in London (so no use to me money, or location wise) was advertising the benefits of this rTMS thing, and I was just wondering if it might ease, or cure some, or more, of my memory issues? Yes, fine, would be fun to find out, for sure.

I do know my mobility has gone to pieces since the seizures, but I’m assuming thats relating to the part of my brain that was damaged by the seizures. I know, I couldnt walk miles, but I could do 1/2 mile or so, currently even a few hundred yards is too much of a challenge!

So yes, I probably would give rTMS a go, though pass on ECT. At the same time, I’m not going to do anything until after I’ve seen the neurologist, and hopefully get the full picture, arent I good? Though fine, having my mind ‘zapped’ in that way appeals no end!

So yes, think about Mental Health Awareness Week (UK) next week, and just remember that mental health isnt just about depression (though that is a major issue), but so much more as well.

OK, video time. Yes, cynical choice. Hard to believe this is nearly 50 years old, and no this 14 year old (as I was at that time), was not among the dancers, I only wish I was!

Camping fashion?

No, seriously, this has nothing to do with camping, tents, or anything like that. In truth, a couple of these are suitable for a robot look for me, the other 2, well a chorus line dancer like Clara Johnson probably wore something just like these, especially given some of the strange outfits (or lack of outfits) that she was expected to wear.

Seems that last night, the Met Gala happened, with a ‘Camp clothing’ theme, though I have no idea where my invite went missing? No, I havent got the capacity, or time to show you all the crazy outfits, and I think 4 is being pretty wild, but anyway, yes, I would love to wear any of these, given the chance, in my size!

Lets not waste time, lets get down to the 2 robot ones. Seriously, the first one looks just like a robot being charged by electricity. The other is a ‘tamer’ silver dress, but still wouldnt shame a robot, all the same.

silver dress2silver dress

In truth, the first of these looks just like something that chorus line girls (almost) wore all too often in the musicals, and the second looks like something out of a crazed Berkeley, or De Mille moment

30's showgirlred dress

Oh darlings, I’d love to wear any of those, and please don’t ask me to choose! First silver one if I really must, but any, or all…swoon!

Oh to be famous, and to get to invited to events like this, and wear outfits like these, but anyway…

OK, video time. Live Bowie, says it all!

So what do you want?

I must admit that I used to have the patience of an ‘angel’, and you’d have to really wind me up to get any reaction out of me. Mind, when you did, it was a bit like the Incredible Hulk, and you didnt want to see me when I was angry.

Funny thing is, now its sort of turned around 180 degrees. Now whether this is because I’m just losing patience with youngsters who think they know everything, and dont necessarily do so, or whether its just because I’m getting old, and therefore getting grumpy, or maybe the pills I now have to take for all my ailments, no idea, but my fuse is definitely a lot shorter than it used to be. But at the same time, I dont explode like I used to, either.

To be honest, maybe I had a long fuse when I was younger, because it was diplomatic to do so. If you worked in Amateur Dramatics (or to a lesser degree, school dramatics), you would come across the diva types (both genders), who thought the whole production revolved around them, and no one else really mattered. So those of us not so inclined tended to just roll our eyes, and let them get on with it, and leave it to the producer/ director to try and keep things civil.

I’m sure the PC crowd seem determined to drive me to frustration too, but that could just be related to everything else. Yes, politics is driving me to distraction too, but until I’m officially medically retired, I need to be careful what I say on that front, especially concerning this country, and Europe. I’m shallow enough to admit that if Trump were to offer me a lifetime visa, or Green Card, then I might be less inclined to be nasty about him, but unless that very unlikely event happens (especially since becoming disabled), no chance.

My suspicion is that all the extra pain I now suffer, and now adding in the fact that there are times when my brain really doesnt want to work properly any more doesnt help. But is that the only issue, probably not? Add in a few people who seem determined to annoy me over various little issues online, and yes, I snap easier! Oh, you could toss in that now I dont get out very much, so lack for obvious blog subjects, and well… 😉

OK, tonights video song is nearly as old as me. I dont know if it still is, but for a long time, this was the shortest pop song to ever top the UK charts, at well under 2 minutes! And what are snappy, feisty old women likely to say?